Hello again my lovely readers. I know these last six months I've been a terrible blogger. My life just hasn't been that interesting. I've been working 10 hour days and weekends. This is about to change, which means I'll have more time to do other things. Interesting things. Like go on a road trip. More on that later. It includes the reason as to why I hate guinea pigs too, so hold your horses.
The most exciting news, I guess, is I'm moving. Nothing huge just out of the place that I share with my sisters. This isn't me getting kicked out like every one I tell seems to automatically assume. No, this is a mutual thing. They approached me and asked if I would be willing to move out. We reached an arrangement that works financially and it looks like I'll be moving out at the end of September. I was rather excited. Then I started looking for a place. There is a way that I could scrape by and find a nice place for me, myself, and I but it doesn't look like I'll have any disposable income. That isn't fun. So I got to thinking. I could find a room mate. Sadly all my best mates have all moved into new places recently and have signed leases so I'm plum out of luck on living with a friend. I suppose I could live with a stranger.... woot. No. Been there done that filed for a restraining order and had him kicked out of university. Fun. No. I don't think I'd like to live with a stranger but it is still an option. The other option that popped into my measly little brain was live with a girlfriend. Fuck, I'm still single. So I sat down on my cloud rock (if anyone gets that reference you'll earn my undying respect) and realized I kind of already do have a girl with whom I could jump into that stage of relationship. The ex that I dated and have gone to see a couple times that moved back to BC to get away from the psychotic waste of oxygen that she had been dating. You know the one, I'll post links tomorrow when I am at work in the office and not writing this on my tablet laying in bed eating peanut butter toast. Classy, I know, and I'll hate myself around 3 am when a crumb scratches me and wakes me up. I kid, I'm OCD about my bed I only eat over the covers.
This leads to the road trip part of the post. I went to see her again to try and convince her to move back here to be with me and live happily ever after, or something like that. She reads this so everything in this post you know to be the truth. I'm not going to go into to much detail because I don't want to over share anything she doesn't necessarily want the world to know about. The trip was a lot of fun. She wasn't feeling all that up to snuff but I had a good time with her anyway. I could spend the rest of my life laying on a couch with her watching sponge Bob square pants and nothing else and I'd be happy. If that isn't love I don't know what is. Part of the reason I went to see her was because I missed her, part because she was a little sick, and part to gauge how likely she would be to move here.
When I got there I found out her roommate's kids have a pet guinea pig. You ever hear what one of those things sound like. I know the sound well. I hate it. The good thing was it was quiet at night. Little bastard tried to bite me too but that was my fault for putting my fingers in the cage.
I don't know if she is going to move here. I really have no clue. I hope she does. I do know that visiting her reminded me of how much I actually miss her.